People judge by reputation, as they do with the shadow of a tree.
Before seeing the person in question, there are always those who, full of self-importance, don't think there's much to it.
But upon actually meeting him, just his imposing entrance alone—the tall and burly silhouette looking down from the sky with eyes filled with a deterring chill—is enough to freeze all the heat in one's brain, snapping them back to sobriety and reason.
As countless onlookers change their expressions, the Demon Hawk was already circling low in the sky.
An unexplainable aura of intimidation.
Spread with the gaze of that tall and burly figure atop the Demon Hawk as it poured down.
The battle paused.
All the bandits of West Snake Mountain Village felt their hands and feet turn cold as they gripped their weapons, sensing a profound sense of insecurity.
They all looked up in horror and awe at the sky, at the figure riding the giant eagle, like a nightmare come to life.
